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Note: F Character is 18+

It was a typical Wednesday.

Rui Ting’s peaceful sleep was cut short by the sharp buzz of her alarm. She groaned, rolling out of bed.  Her shirt & shorts crumpled and messy as she walked into the bathroom; her bed hair was a mess.

She stopped in front of the mirror and let out a big, groggy yawn. Still half-asleep, she slipped the shirt over her head, exposing her perky breasts and small pink nipples to the warm Singapore air. She then hooked her thumbs into her shorts and tugged them down. Letting them drop to the floor. Her smooth virgin outie pussy and slender waist were exposed.

With a slow, almost majestic stretch, she reached both arms up towards the ceiling, arching her back and flaunting her lithe body in the mirror, making her breasts lift slightly and flat stomach tighten.

Stepping into the shower, Rui Ting turned on the water and let the cool stream cascade over her body. She shivered as the droplets hit her warm skin, tracing every curve. Beads of water rolled down from her neck, gliding over her breasts before clinging teasingly to her nipples. The water continued its path across her flat stomach and slender waist, following the gentle V of her hips until it flowed over her clit and down her thighs. She tilted her head back, letting the water soak through her long, smooth black hair.

Once she was done, she shut off the tap and stepped onto the bathroom carpet. She dried herself off slowly, patting the water from her neck and shoulders first, then running the towel in long strokes down her back. The fabric traced the gentle curve of her spine, the subtle flare of her waist, and the soft roundness of her small butt. She finished at the front, letting the towel glide over her chest, stomach & legs.

Wrapping the towel around her body, Rui Ting leaned on the bathroom counter, propped up by one hand. After applying some toothpaste to the toothbrush, she tasted the peppermint’s sharp and cold taste. Brushing with slow, deliberate strokes, she watched her own reflection, the way her lips parted around the toothbrush and the rhythmic pulse of her throat. The bubbles caught in the corner of her mouth, and she didn’t wipe them away. She stared back at her reflection with a slow, predatory stillness. She was a study in contrast, clean scent of the toothpaste; and the raw reality of her cute naked body wrapped up in the smooth towel.

She returned to her room and checked her schedule. No PE today. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips. *Yes! No PE means no bra or panties!*

She unwrapped the towel. The cool air-conditioned air kissed her skin instantly, making her nipples tighten. She shivered, and then quickly dressed in her uniform. The cool cotton blouse nestled against her bare breasts while the skirt settled nicely on her hips, its hem resting just above her smooth, exposed pussy.

Rui Ting gave herself one last approving glance in the mirror, smoothing over the crisp white blouse over her braless chest. The thin fabric clung just enough to hint at the soft swell of her perky breasts and the faint outline of her small pink nipples, subtly stiffened from the cool air-con, her pleated skirt sat low on her hips. No panties meant every shift of fabric sent a little whisper of cool air across her smooth pussy.

She felt a quiet thrill at the secret. Just her, the uniform and nothing in between.

Grabbing her bag, she stepped out of her room. The flat was quiet; her parents had already left for work. She slipped on her shoes and headed for the nearby bus stop. Though it wasn’t a far walk, the humid air wrapped around her legs as she walked. Every step made the skirt sway, the fabric occasionally kissing her bare clit, sending tiny, delicious sparks up her spine. She kept her pace steady, but her mind wandered. She imagined how exposed she’d felt in the crowd, how one strong gust of wind or an accidental brush against someone could reveal everything.

The bus came, and she boarded. It was packed as always but she managed to find a seat, situated in the aisle next to the center walkway of the bus, smoothing her skirt as she sat. She crossed her legs at first, then deliberately uncrossed them, letting her knees part a little.

She grinned, exhilarated at the thought that someone might accidentally see up her skirt and catch a glimpse of her virgin outie pussy.

The bus began to move off; as it rumbled forward, the combination of the engine's low vibration and the slight rockiness of the bus as it travelled along the road; travelled up the seat and into her body. Each subtle jolt felt electric against her clit. To Rui Ting, the entire bus felt like a giant, teasing vibrator, humming steadily between her thighs, coaxing her slowly but relentlessly.

She bit her lower lip & shifted slightly, pressing herself more firmly against the seat. The vibrations traveled through her core, making her increasingly aware of how wet she was becoming. Her nipples stiffened noticeably against the thin cotton of the blouse, two small points that would be obvious to anyone who looked. She didn’t care. If anything, the idea only heightened the rush.

A toned gym woman, clad in sports bra and shorts, stood next in the right next to her, one hand gripping the overhead rail. Every time the bus swayed around a corner, her body shifted closer. Rui Ting’s gaze kept moving back & forth between the woman and outside the window, but her thighs parted another inch. The cool air of the bus air-con brushed directly against her slick folds, contrasting deliciously with the growing heat between her legs.

She could feel her heartbeat pulsing in her clit now, perfectly in sync with the bus’s steady rumble. A tiny, involuntary sigh escaped her as another strong vibration hit just right. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her bag.

Just a few more stops, she thought, cheeks warm, eyes half-lidded with quiet pleasure. In her mind, the muscular woman was already towering over her, voice low and commanding, making Rui Ting kneel and submit right before school started. The fantasy of this muscle mommy taking control. The firm hands, confident strength & zero mercy made her pussy throb even harder against the vibrating seat.

As minutes went by, her arousal rose, as the woman’s scent of clean sweat and body wash enveloped her. Her school finally loomed into view. She gave a sigh, one that was mixed with reluctance to leave the woman’s side and one of relief that she could deal with the growing ache between her legs.

She hit the bell, and as she got up, her arm gently yet deliberately brushed against the woman’s breast. She apologized, but the contact made her more euphoric and wetter. The bus slowed down and came to its stop; Rui Ting rushed to alight and walked briskly, whilst navigating the morning crowd of students entering the school, towards the nearest toilet she could find.

Upon reaching the toilet, she glanced at her watch, seeing how much time she had before morning assembly*. Perfect, got some time to myself,* she thought with a naughty grin.

She went to the last stall, locked it, and then proceeded to let her mind drift, as her body was hot and heart trembling with excitement.

In her mind, the muscle mommy’s gaze sharpened, lingering on the way Rui Ting’s nipples pushed against her school blouse. The woman didn’t speak, simply shifting closer until her toned, bare stomach and the firm underside of her boobs made contact with Rui Ting’s arm.

The weight of the imagined contact was so vivid that Rui Ting’s hand instinctively drifted to her chest. She rubbed her palms over her breasts, the thin fabric of her blouse bunching under her fingers. She bit her lower lip, exhaling a jagged breath that sounded far too loud in the cramped, humid silence of the stall.

In the fantasy, the back corner of the bus emptied out. Rui Ting saw her chance. She flicked her eyes towards the empty seats, her heart hammering against her ribs. She slipped away, and when the woman followed, the air in the dream felt thick with anticipation. In the reality of the stall, the air was just as heavy, clinging to Rui Ting’s skin. As she imagined the woman’s thick muscular thigh pressing firmly against her own in the bus seat, her real-world fingers slid beneath the hem of her pleated skirt.

The heat she found there was startling – she was already soaking. Her fingers traced the puffy, sensitive folds of her virgin outie, her touch hesitant but desperate. She moved in slow, teasing circles, the slick sound of her arousal echoing off the tiles.

“Such a naughty girl… getting this wet on a public bus,” the woman’s voice rumbled in her head, dark and commanding.

The fantasy of the woman’s thigh grinding between her legs became too much to just imagine. Rui Ting mimicked the pressure, pressing two fingers hard against her clit, her movements - rhythmic and needy. She was caught in a loop: the fantasy dictated the pace, and her body obeyed. She unbuttoned her blouse, the warm, stale air of the bathroom hitting her skin, while in her mind, the muscle mommy’s fingers were tracing the same path, moving towards the swell of her breasts.

She freed her wet hand from her clit, and undid the skirt, before kicking it off and shrugging the blouse off her shoulders. She sat stark naked against the cold ceramic of the toilet tank. She spread her legs wide, exposing her glistening, flushed core to the empty room. She was fully open now, a mirror image of the surrender she felt in the bus seat in her mind.

The muscle mommy’s imaginary gym bag created a wall of privacy in her head, and as the woman’s fingers finally reached out to toy with her nipples, the phantom touch felt almost as real as the air in the room. Rui Ting muffled a moan into her own shoulder. The fantasy and reality were no longer two separate things; they were a singular, pulsing ache, and she finally let it take control.

The woman’s fingers rubbed Rui Ting’s sensitive nipple, before tracing down to her flat stomach. Rui Ting imagined herself holding on to the woman’s leg, anchoring herself as euphoria spread around her body. The muscle mommy’s finger finally reached Rui Ting’s skirt, and proceeded to lift it up, as if wanting to expose Rui Ting’s bare pussy to the bus.

And at last, the woman’s hand reached Rui Ting’s soaked pussy. Two fingers brushed against the slick folds coating her hand in her own juices. In her mind’s eye, the muscle mommy lifted that hand up, dangling it between their faces, the string of fluid stretching taut in the morning glow of the sun that shone through the bus.

“Oh ho, super wet, aren’t we?”

The woman’s voice was a low, mocking hum. In the reality of the stall, Rui Ting’s fingers mimicked the exact motion – she pulled them away from her own clit, staring at her own glistening hand, her chest heaving as the line of her own arousal hung between her fingers.

The first school bell shattered the silence of the stall, a shrill, metallic cry that tore through the air of her fantasy.

Rui Ting jolted; the muscle mommy’s voice and bus seat dissolved. The rush of adrenaline replaced the euphoria, turning her hands frantic. She scrambled to pull on her blouse and skirt; skin still damp and the fabric clinging to her wetness.

She scrubbed her hands in the sink, her heart still hammering against her chest. She checked her watch and sprinted out of the toilet towards the hall.  She ran, a ghost of her own secret, feeling the sharp, rhythmic friction of the skirt against her bare, slick skin with every step.

A slow, dreary school day passed by, and all Rui Ting could think about was a top floor toilet that she knew  would be devoid of people for some naughty exhibitionism. But the more she checked the time, the slower the seconds ticked by. She let out a huge sigh.

Hours later, she saw the familiar timing that signaled the end of school. Even though the urge to run to the top floor toilet was gnawing at her, she waited patiently for most of the students to clear out from school.

She bit her lip in frustration, tapping her legs furiously. She could feel the slickness start to pool in her panty-less folds, the fabric of her skirt catching her moistness with every shift.

After what felt like an eternity, the hallways began to grow quiet, as the relentless footfalls and chatter of students gradually ceased. She stood up; and ran towards the top level, heart hammering in her chest. Upon reaching the top floor, she slowed her movements. Her eyes were darting around, checking for anyone nearby, as she reached the toilet. She opened the toilet door and did a quick check for signs of life.

She sighed as she found no one and headed for the last stall. She entered but didn’t close the door.  She closed the toilet lid, putting her bag on it. She moved back towards the frame of the stall, half of her body in it and the other half out in the open area of the toilet, as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She licked her lips, her nipples erecting with each unbutton. Her blouse came apart, exposing her perky breasts to the warm air of the toilet.

She leaned back against the stall frame. She rubbed one breast with her hand and the other hand pinched and pulled on the other nipple. She started moaning softly, her breath becoming jagged. She could feel her clit becoming more moist and wet as the seconds went by. She freed her hands and took off her blouse and threw it over her bag.

Her hands returned to her perky breasts, cupping them gently at first, feeling their soft weight and the rapid thud of her heartbeat beneath her flush skin. Her thumbs began tracing slow, deliberate circles around her nipples, grazing the sensitive tips with feather-light touches. Each pass sent little sparks racing straight down her spine and between her legs, where her pussy was already dripping with fresh arousal.

“Mmmh…” A soft, needy moan slipped from her lips, louder than she intended. The sound echoed off the tiled walls. If anyone entered the toilet now, they’d see a cute schoolgirl with her tits out, playing with herself in broad afternoon light.

The thought made her clit throb.

She leaned back against the stall frame, pushing her chest outward boldly. One hand continued teasing her left nipple. She brought her fingers to her mouth, coating them in saliva before returning them to the sensitive peak. The cool wetness made her shiver. Her right hand grew rougher, squeezing the soft flesh of her breast, kneading it, then delivering a light, playful slap that made the perky mound jiggle.

“Ah-!” Another moan escaped, breathier this time. Her pussy clenched around nothing, a thick bead of slickness trailing slowly down her inner thigh. She could feel it - warm, slippery, undeniable. The skirt’s hem brushed teasingly against her swollen folds with every tiny shift of her hips, but she forced herself to focus on her chest for now, drawing out the ache.

Her nipples flushed darker now, glistening faintly from her saliva, impossibly sensitive. Every pinch, every tug, every roll made her wetter, hotter, more desperate. She arched her back further, offering her bare tits to the empty toilet like a silent invitation, heart hammering at the prospect of getting caught.

She kept her left hand on her breast, fingers still rolling and gently tugging the stiff pink nipple. Her breath was shaky, eyes half-lidded with building need. Then her right hand began its slow, deliberate descent.

She traced her fingertips down from the soft underside of her breast, gliding over the smooth, warm skin of her ribcage. The touch was feather-light, almost teasing herself. Lower still, her palm brushed across her flat stomach, feeling the subtle definition of her slender waist. She paused there, right above her navel, and slowly pressed inward.

The pressure sent an immediate, euphoric wave through her core.

“Ahh…” A soft, trembling moan escaped her lips. Pressing her stomach tightened everything below, a deep, full-bodied throb that made her outie pussy clench hard and leak another warm trickle down her inner thigh. The sensation was intense, almost like her body was drawing all the pleasure inward and then radiating it outward. Her clit pulsed in time with her heartbeat, suddenly more sensitive, more desperate. She held the press for a few seconds, biting her lower lip, eyes fluttering as the euphoric rush made her knees feel weak.

Encouraged by how good it felt, her right hand continued its journey downward. She hooked her fingers under the hem of her pleated skirt and slowly lifted it upward, exposing her moist, smooth clit to the empty toilet.

Rui Ting was now more exposed than earlier - topless with her perky breasts flushed and nipple glistening, skirt held up high, her slick outie pussy on complete display. Her position offered no barrier; anyone who happened to walk in through the door right now, would get a clear, obscene view of her like this: legs slightly parted, chest heaving, one hand still teasing a nipple while the other held her skirt up like a shameless little exhibitionist.

She stared at the empty toilet, heart hammering with the thrill and fear. The risk made her even wetter. A shiny string of her arousal stretched downward, threatening to drip onto the tiled floor. Her right hand hovered just above her mound, trembling with anticipation, fingers itching to touch but holding back for a moment longer just to savor the exposed feeling.

Her left hand gave her nipple one more firm pinch as she whispered breathlessly to the empty air, “Fuck… I’m so wet…”

She let go of her skirt, then proceeded to undo the zip and hook; she pressed her thighs together’ letting the skirt fall onto the ground. Not wanting to get it dirty, stepped out of it and flung it onto her blouse and bag. She returned her free hand to her slick folds; as she walked out of the stall, towards the row of sinks.

She let her fingers get generously coated with her warm, slippery juices and brought it up to her face, staring at the strand of arousal that stretched between her fingers as she slowly parted them. Each step she took, the excitement from being nude in her school’s toilet built up inside her, her breath becoming more jagged.

“Look how fucking wet I am…” she whispered to herself, voice husky. The thick, clear string caught the light for a moment before she licked one finger clean with a soft moan, tasting her own sweet tang.

She reached the end of the counter that was only a few feet away from the door. With a naughty grin, she lifted herself slightly and perched her bare pussy on the counter’s edge. She shifted forward until her slick, puffy pussy rested right on the corner of the counter. The smooth surface pressed deliciously against her overheated folds.

She licked her lips, placed her hands in front of her and began to slowly rock her hips.

Back and forth… back and forth…

The firm edge dragged along her slit with every roll, rubbing perfectly against her swollen clit. Each forward grind sent sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine, while each backward slide let the warm air kiss her dripping entrance. Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet toilet as her juices coated the counter. Her breasts jiggled with the rhythm, nipples tingling in the open air.

“Mmmh…ah…” her breathing grew jagged and desperate. She imagined getting caught, the possibility of someone seeing her like this, completely naked, shamelessly humping the sink counter like a needy little slut. The fantasy made her grind harder, rolling her hips in tighter, faster circles.

The edge of the counter pressed firmly against her clit as she leaned forward slightly, putting more pressure exactly where she needed it. Her juices smeared messily along the counter with every movement, making the glide even smoother and filthier. She was completely lost in the sensation - naked, exposed and grinding her dripping pussy just feet from where anyone could walk in any moment.

Rui Ting’s hips rocked a few more times, grinding her slick pussy against the counter edge, but the thrill of being so close to the entrance made her nervous excitement spike too high. She bit her lip, breathing heavily, then slid off the counter with shaky legs.

She slowly moved back, her hips swaying as she moved, as if like a nude model on a runway. She stopped in the middle of the tiled floor, heart pounding. The risk felt just right here, exposed, but not right next to the door.

She moved again, reaching the wall near the stall her belongings were in. She leaned back, parted her legs, one hand reached down for her soaked folds, the other reached up to squeeze her breast again. Her finger glided easily between her puffy lips, coating themselves in her abundant juices.

“Fuck… I’m dripping so much,” she whispered breathlessly. She used two fingers to spread her virgin outie open, feeling the warm air directly on her exposed clit and tight entrance. A thick string of arousal dripped down on the floor beneath her. She began rubbing slow, firm circles on her swollen clit, occasionally dipping her fingers lower to tease her hole, never quite pushing inside.

Her breathing grew louder and more ragged. She kept her legs obscenely spread, knees bent, completely naked in her school’s toilet. Every little wet sound echoed softly off the tiles.

Rui Ting’s fingers moved faster, pressing harder on her sensitive clit while her other hand pinched and tugged on her nipple. Her hips started rolling instinctively, chasing the pleasure as more of her juices ran down her fingers and thighs.

Her fingers moved faster, rubbing tight, desperate circles over her swollen clit while her other hand moved from her breast down to her clit, two fingers pumped slowly in and out of her pussy. The wet, obscene sounds echoed through the quiet toilet as she leaned against the wall, completely naked, legs spread wide, hips rolling shamelessly against her hand.

She was getting so close.

Her breathing turned into sharp, ragged gasps. Her stomach tightened, thighs trembling as she pressed harder on her clit, chasing the sweet edge. She whimpered, eyes squeezed shut, fingers moving even more frantic than before. She was right there, right on the edge – pussy clenching greedily, juices dripping steadily onto the floor beneath her.

Then she heard it.

Voices filled the hallways. Two girls chatting and laughing, their footsteps echoing along the floor.

“Shit!” Rui Ting’s eyes snapped open in panic. She froze mid-stroke, fingers still buried inside herself, her body screaming in panic. She was so close. Her clit throbbed angrily, denied right at the peak.

With a frustrated sigh, she quickly pulled her fingers out, leaving her pussy clenching around nothing. She stood back up on shaky legs, thighs slick with her own juices, nipple still painfully hard. The denied orgasm left her whole buzzing and aching with need.

She didn’t have time to clean the small puddle she left on the floor. Heart hammering, she rushed back to her bag, quickly wiping her hands on her body before throwing on her blouse and skirt. No bra, no panties, just like how she started the day. The fabric brushed teasingly against her hypersensitive nipple and dripping folds with every hurried movement.

By the time the girls reached the door, Rui Ting was already dressed and poised to leave, flushed and breathless. Her pussy throbbed with every step, still right on the edge, begging for release she couldn’t give it.

She bit her lip as she exited the toilet, the denied climax leaving her desperately horny for the rest of the day

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It was another day of the week, another tuition session

My math books were splayed out on the table, and she sat across from me, in a dry-fit shirt, where you could barely see the faint view of a bra. The clothes hung to her body, exposing an outline of her perky breasts. I sneaked a few glances from my books towards the outline of her breasts.

A math question caught me off guard, and I sat back in my chair, whilst thinking, my gaze drifted upwards to her face, such beauty and so cute. The glasses she was wearing made her that much hotter, making my pants slightly tighter.

Thoughts of wanting to be more with her came rushing back in, overthinking the math equation I was trying to solve.

“So, what’s the answer?” she asked. Her voice came back in, jolting me back to reality.

“Hey, do you think we can switch subjects for a bit? Math’s frying my brain; can we do.... Biology? I asked

“Bio...?” She asked, with an eyebrow raised

“Yeah, for a bit” I said,

“Fine, but you better remember how to solve that problem.”

The books got swapped, and I opened the page on reproductive organs.

“You want me to teach you that?”

“You know, just to review what I learned in school” I said, voice cracking slightly “just to give my brain a break”

“Yeah right, like you wouldn’t be thinking about anything dirty” she joked “besides, it’s so simple, but ok”

A few minutes passed by. My mind and slight gaze still on her breasts.

“Ya know, I’m something of a hands-on learner” I said, playfully while clearing my throat

“What?” she asked, surprised at the sudden remark “No, no, no, just stick to the books”

“Say.... You ever, you know, experimented with a guy before?” I asked

“No.... never tried before” she replied

“You curious...?” I asked

“Not really....” Her tone dropped

“Want to give it a try? I’m kind of curious on researching the female side of things. You know, for future references,” I said, as I propped my head up with my hand and flashed a smug smile at her.

“Research, what research” she asked

“You know, if I ever get a girlfriend, at least I won’t look lost when I’m with her” I said.

“You know what, it’s fine, forget it” I quickly said, and I averted my gaze from her towards the book.

My heart hammered against my ribs, a protest against the silence I’d forced upon us. I told myself it was just curiosity—that I was only asking because I wanted to know. But I knew it better. I didn’t want to know about her experience. I wanted to be the one to give it to her.

The silence lingered between us, heavy and electric. My question still hung in the air, unanswered until she finally looked up, her face flushed

“You really want to try?” she asks

I nodded gingerly

“How do you want to do it?” her face getting even redder, as she asks

“Let’s sit over on the bed, and we’ll take things slow...?”

We then moved over to the nearby bed. We sat, inches apart, facing each other, gulping as our gazes continuously shifting from each other to elsewhere.

I reached out, my hand trembling slightly as I rested it on her knee.

We locked eyes, faces getting redder, my heart beating so hard, it might burst out of my chest. I slowly slid my hand up her thigh, caressing her soft skin as my hand went under her shorts

“Let’s, um, let’s have you take your pants off” I said

“I thought you didn’t have any experience?” she asks as she stood up

Whilst she was slowly yet nervously stripping, I replied, with a smirk: “Well, you know, I watch porn, got the theoretics down”

“Yeah, right...” her tone filled with sarcasm. In front of me, she stood half naked; one arm crossed defensively across her chest. My gaze dropped, tracing the soft, flushed dip of her waist to the delicate V-taper of her thighs, making my already erect cock, even harder than before.

I realized that the shy, naive girl I liked—the person who was my stability - my tutor was now standing half-nude in front of me. It was a sensory overload; the softness of her skin and the dark, tangled shadow of her femininity.

I felt my throat tighten, my pulse echoing in my ears, as I realized I was looking at a part of her that perhaps no one else had ever seen.

My breath became shallow, as I reached out slowly, wanting to pull her in by the waist

“You’re not going to take yours off?” she asks, weakly

“Right, yeah, caught up admiring your body” I said, standing up

“Wanna help me take my pants off or...?” I playfully asked

She raised her eyebrow, then slowly closed the gap between us. Our breaths abated, as she reached for my zipper, and slowly our eyes locked. Nervously, her hand accidentally touched my bulge, making her eyes widen. It made me avert my gaze slightly, but she continued to the waist of my pants, and undid the top button, before slowly sliding down the zipper.

I could tell from the quiver in her hands and her shaky breath; she was slightly scared and nervous.

I stopped her hands midway unzipping, “You don’t have to continue if you don’t want to....” I said, scared and nervous as well

She whimpered “It’s ok... we can continue”

“You sure? You don’t have-”

“it’s fine” she says, slightly aggressive, I took her hands off my zipper, and I undid the rest, and stripped myself.

In the room, two half naked people stood, inches apart. The atmosphere was tense; silence, nervousness, and trepidation filled the room.

I reached her waist, drawing her in until there was no space left between us—not even the space for an excuse. My hands felt clumsy, alien, but when I looked into her eyes, I saw her own reflection of my nerves.

‘I’ll take the lead,’ I whispered, my voice sounding steadier than I felt.

She nodded, her chin dipping slightly, an act of trust that grounded me. I slid my hand down, over the soft, warm plane of her stomach, my fingers trembling as I reached her. I hesitated for a fraction of a second, the weight of the moment pressing in, before I cupped her.

The dampness, the heat - it was more vivid than any ‘theoretical’ knowledge could have prepared me for. I traced the curve of her, my fingers tentative, exploratory. When I slid slightly inward, grazing the sensitive nub of her clit, her head tilted back and a small, sharp moan escaped her lips.

The sound was like a spark in the dark; it didn’t just tell me I was doing something ‘right’—it told me that the power dynamic had completely collapsed. We were just two people, lost in the discovery of each other.

My fingers retracted, reluctantly and moved to her waist, while the other hand took control of hers and guided her towards my throbbing, veiny cock.

I let her touch the tip, letting her feel the warmth and stiffness of the head. She gasped, her fingers flinching for a split second as if surprised by the sheer heat and living pulse of me. I then slowly guided her hands up the shaft, feeling the veins, that stood out like the ridges beneath my skin, pulsating with each beat of my heart

As she felt my cock, I let out a sharp exhale through my nose and gave her a comforting smile.

I then guided her hand to wrap around my cock, letting her feel more of it.

“Are you going to ejaculate?” she asked

“Geez, at least say cum, but no, I’m not that sensitive” I joked

“How do you feel so far” I checked in, wanting to make sure she was alright.

“I’m ok, felt good when you touched me earlier” she reassured.

I left her hand wrapped around my cock, and slowly and gingerly, slid my hand under her shirt.

“Hey, we didn’t agree to go that far...” she said

“Right, sorry, just trying, ya know.... But please? Just this once” I pleaded

She hesitated, and softly said: “I guess”

My hand reached her bra, and I cupped her breast, making her do the same sharp exhale and biting her lower lip

I smirked, saying “Oh, thought you didn’t want it?”

She looked away, face flushed. Whilst cupping her breast, my other hand moved towards her clit again, this time, her clit was slightly wetter than before.

I looked at her, and then down at her body, thinking: *She was so incredibly cute and hot—she was already getting wet. Fuck. Should I kiss her?*

My right hand, that was cupping the bra, slid underneath it, and onto her bare breast. I felt the smoothness of it, the curve and her aroused, hard nipple.

I leaned in; my senses were completely overwhelmed by the scent of her skin and the frantic beat of my own heart. I didn’t know how to kiss, I just knew I wanted to taste her. I pressed my lips to hers, but I miscalculated, and our teeth grazed against each other with a sharp, awkward clack.

I froze, pulling back just an inch, my face burning with sudden humiliation. *God, I’m ruining this.*

We stared at each other, with awkward smiles, then a synchronized movement of both our heads came closer to each other.

Our lips met with a gentle, tentative grace—a soft exploration. I tasted the subtle sweetness of her, the warmth of her breath, and the way her lips parted just enough to invite me in.

We were fumbling, mapping the shape of each other’s mouths, but the clumsiness felt intentional now. Every graze of teeth, every shift of her head against mine, was a discovery. I kept my hand on her breast, my thumb tracing the sensitive skin.

We kissed, and I pulled my hands from her waist to the hem of her shirt. I slowly lifted it, and as our lips parted, our eyes locked. She mirrored the movement, her hands leaving my cock, lifting up my shirt

It was a fluid, synchronized performance - the two of us helping each other shed the layers, leaving nothing between us.

*Ok, new problem,* I thought. *Removal of her bra, had no idea how to do it.*

I brought her in for an embrace, her head rested on my shoulder, my throbbing, pulsating cock pushing against her stomach

Her smooth, silky skin on mine, only slightly restricted by her bra

“Can I try to take off your bra, though I don’t know how...” I said, all flustered

She guided my hands to the hooks of her bra. I worked them free, and as the lace gave way, our embrace slackened.

Now standing inches away from me, in all her nude glory, was the woman, whom minutes ago, was tutoring me math.

I put one hand on her arm, guiding her, letting the weight of the moment lead us towards the bed, and I gestured for her to lie back. She followed, her movements, still colored by the same hesitant, beautiful trust.

As she lay there, I watched her. She looked like a masterpiece, her body sculpted with the kind of deliberate, exquisite beauty you’d expect from the world’s finest automotive designers - all lines and elegance

I cupped her face with one hand, then traced a line with 2 fingers, starting from her lips, down to her neck, then down to the middle of the bare breasts, up on to one breast, and onto her nipple, teasing her, slightly pinching it.

She let out a soft moan, and her hand reached up, grazing the base of me, the sudden contact sent a jolt of electricity straight up my spine.

I continued to trace a line down her body, towards her stomach, then down the navel and then to her clit. As i was tracing, I asked her to do the same with her fingers on my cock, and when she did, *God, was it good and exhilarating.*

Her soft fingers running on my dick, nearly made me cum, but I controlled the urge.

My fingers reached her clit, and this time, she was so slick that my fingers were instantly coated. As I rubbed her, her back arched and a soft moan escaped her. I leaned down, latching onto her breast to pull on her nipple, my tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.

She became euphoric, her moans getting louder by the second.

I caught myself wanting to go down on her. The theoretical urge hit hard but I hesitated. I had no idea where to even start, and we’d finally found a rhythm. I couldn’t risk breaking it. Not when I was finally this close.

We stayed like this for a bit, before, i took my fingers off her pussy, and mouth off her breast.

I looked over at her, her face flush, eyes shone a crazy, euphoric glee, and a mouth in a big smile.

I put my face over hers, “Enjoyed that huh?” i asked, with a smug smirk

“Liar, I thought you said you didn’t know anything”

“Well, putting theoretics into practice”

She asked for a break, to go to the bathroom and get us some water

She stepped out, and I couldn’t help but admire the view. Her back was incredible, and the way her body moved—that curve of her butt, shaped like a perfect peach, it was all I could do to keep my cool. As she left the room, completely fine with her nudity, I watched her sway her hips, and the silhouette of her back – was a sight to behold.

I decided to put on some noir jazz as background mood music

The low, melancholic brass filled the space, transforming the room into something else entirely—a private world where math and tutors didn’t exist.

She returned, the two glasses of water held carefully as she moved back toward the bed. There was a new, fluid confidence in the way her hips swayed, a deliberate openness that made my breath catch. We sat for a moment, sharing a quiet, playful smile over our drinks, but the air between us had grown thick and heavy.

She stood to set the glasses aside, and my intrusive thoughts won. I couldn’t keep my hands to myself—I pulled her back toward me, my palms sliding over her waist, and turned her so her back was flush against my chest. I traced a line from the nape of her neck, down the arch of her spine, and finally settled my hands on the weight of her hips. As I pulled her flush against me, I felt the sharp, intoxicating contrast of her bare skin against my own.

I pushed her hair aside, leaning in until the heat of my breath stirred the hair on her neck. I kissed the sensitive pulse point there, my fingers tracing the line of her throat, and she let out a sound—a sharp, desperate hitch in her breathing that echoed in the quiet room. She grasped my hands, her fingers tightening as if she was anchoring herself, and I knew the threshold had been crossed.

She turned in my arms, her eyes dark, her voice a low command: ‘Kiss me.’

I didn’t hesitate. I caught her lips, but this time, the tentative exploration was gone. It was deeper, more aggressive, a hungry exchange that left no room for doubt. I tangled one hand into her hair, guiding the angle of her head, and as we sank back onto the mattress, the world outside this room—the math, the books, the expectations—ceased to exist. We moved in a frantic rhythm, breaking apart just long enough to draw in jagged breaths before diving back into the heat of each other.

Still entangled in our embrace, we broke our faces apart for another breather

“Do you want me to put it in?” I asked.

She hesitated for a bit, then looked down and said “Looks a bit big for me though”

“I’ll go slow, and once I’m in, I won’t move till you adjust to my cock “ I assured her

She gave me a skeptical look, a faint smile touching her lips. “I thought you said you didn’t know anything?”

She nodded, and I moved down. I put the tip of my cock against her clit, and then rubbed up and down, teasing her. I leaned in to kiss her on the lips, “You like that?”

She nodded and gently bit my lower lip.

I stopped teasing her, and slowly, inch by inch entered her moist and tight pussy.

As each inch entered her, I checked in on her facial and body movements, looking for any signs of discomfort.

So far, she’s fine, I noted. As my thick, pulsating cock fully entered her pussy.

Damn, was it tight yet felt so good. Her pussy tightly wrapped around my cock, as seconds went by, I felt the tightness decreasing, as her pussy got used to my size and shape.

“I’ll start slow,” I told her, as I began to pump in and out of her.

Still checking for signs of discomfort as I moved slowly.

I let the low, brassy notes of the jazz dictate the pace, moving with a slow, deliberate cadence that had nothing to do with the performances I’d watched on screens. Every inch of hers was a revelation. I watched her face, searching for a wince, but found only a growing, dazed sort of ecstasy.

I increased my pace, the friction between us creating a heat that felt like it was radiating through the entire room. I gestured for her to lift her legs, locking them around me, drawing us even closer until there was no space left to define where I ended, and she began. Propped up on one arm, I let my free hand drift to her breast, my fingers finding her nipple in a rhythmic, teasing pinch-and-pull that sent a fresh shiver through her.

Her moans were no longer quiet—they were euphoric, a raw melody that echoed the jazz drifting through the room. As the rhythm intensified, her eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy. I leaned in, tilting her head back to expose the elegant line of her throat. I pressed my lips there, tasting the salt of her skin, while her hand came up to tangle in my hair, her fingers pressing against the back of my head as if to keep me there forever

I felt the pulse of my own body, the sharp, frantic warning that I was reaching the edge. I had to stop. I stilled my movements, burying my face against the left side of her neck, letting my heavy, uneven breaths rattle against her skin until the surge receded just enough.

I paused & pulled back just enough to look at her. We were both breathless, faces flushed, our bodies slick with the sweat of our shared heat. For a few heartbeats, we stayed perfectly still, locked together—a living, breathing piece of art, beautiful and raw.

The silence between us was heavy, charged with the kind of electricity that makes the air feel thin. I let my hand trace the line of her stomach, moving slowly upward past the curve of her ribs, across the softness of her breasts, and finally to the pulse point at her throat.

She watched me, a silent question in her eyes, one eyebrow arched. She wasn’t just my partner in this anymore; she was a canvas. I felt the surge of my own desire—a demand to leave my mark, to paint that beautiful, flushed skin marked by the evidence of exactly what we’d just created. A smile pulled at my lips. I knew exactly where I wanted this to end.

I quickened my pace, matching the frantic, three-beat-per-second rhythm of my own heart. I caught her hands, interlacing our fingers, and leaned down to kiss her—deep, desperate, and unrestrained. The urge to release hit me like a physical blow.

I pulled back, moving my hand to place myself against her, and let the wave consume me. It was hot, visceral, and final—a spray that painted her skin, hitting her neck and spilling over the soft valley of her breasts, leaving the last of the warmth to rest against the flat of her stomach.

We lay still for a long moment, breathless, until a grin broke through the haze of our exhaustion.

‘I definitely wanted to cum inside you,’ I admitted, my voice rough.

‘No, no, no,’ she laughed, a breathless, airy sound. ‘That’s bad.’

‘Yeah,’ I smiled back. ‘I know.’

I reached out, my thumb tracing the line of her flushed cheek. “How was it for you?”

She hesitated, looking away for a second before meeting my eyes. Her voice was barely a whisper. ‘It was great. I loved it.’ She paused, then added, ‘You wanted this to be a one-time thing, right? Let’s... do it... more often.’

I felt a surge of something stronger than just desire. ‘Yes, ma’am.’

We stood up, the room feeling quieter, the air shifting into something new. She walked a few paces toward the bathroom to clean up, but stopped, turning back to look at me with a soft, challenging glint in her eyes and a gleeful smile. I just raised an eyebrow, waiting.

She closed the distance between us and took my hand.

‘Let’s take a shower together.”

Who Are You 01: The pen is mightier than the sword.

Subject: Nicolette

Nicolette's pen brings out her creativity & artistic skills to life. A lonely soul with an abundance of creativity, living life one step at a time, whilst the world passes around her as she creates her visions of art, unbothered.

Truly a creative yet lonely soul!

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